Billy had not thought of the book for months, but she went at once to get it now.

There might be, after all, something in it that would help her.
"The Coming of the First Baby." Billy found the chapter without difficulty and settled herself to read, her countenance alight with interest.

In a surprisingly short time, however, a new expression came to her face; and at last a little gasp of dismay fell from her lips.

She looked up then, with a startled gaze.
_Had_ her walls possessed eyes and ears all these past months, only to give instructions to an unseen hand that it might write what the eyes and ears had learned?
For it was such sentences as these that the conscience-smitten Billy read: "Maternity is apt to work a miracle in a woman's life, but sometimes it spells disaster so far as domestic bliss is concerned.

The young mother, wrapped up in the delights and duties of motherhood, utterly forgets that she has a husband.